I Think Really Good Books Can Be

You See, Years Ago I Was Just An Ordinary Bee Minding My Own Business, Smelling Flowers All Day, And Occasionally Picking Up Part-time Work In People's Bonnets. Then One Day I Realized That I'd Never Amount To Anything Without An Education And, Being Naturally Adept At Spelling, I Decided That—

And When I'm Writing, I Write A Lot Anyway. I Might Write Pages And Pages Of Conversation Between Characters That Don't Necessarily End Up In The Book, Or In The Story I'm Working On, Because They're Simply My Way Of Getting To Know The Characters

The Mathemagician Nodded Knowingly And Stroked His Chin Several Times. “you’ll Find,” He Remarked Gently, “that The Only Thing You Can Do Easily Is Be Wrong, And That’s Hardly Worth The Effort.

But Why Do Only Unimportant Things?" Asked Milo, Who Suddenly Remembered How Much Time He Spent Each Day Doing Them. "think Of All The Trouble It Saves," The Man Explained, And His Face Looked As If He'd Be Grinning An Evil Grin--if He Could Grin At All. "if You Only Do The Easy And Useless Jobs, You'll Never Have To Worry About The Important Ones Which Are So Difficult. You Just Won't Have The Time. For There's Always Something To Do To Keep You From What You Really Should Be Doing, And If It Weren't For That Dreadful Magic Staff, You'd Never Know How Much Time You Were Wasting.

Sometimes I Find The Best Way Of Getting From One Place To Another Is Simply To Erase Everything And Begin Again.